Friday, January 12, 2007






3. Entiamorphic Chambermaid

A stack of "Argosy"
in an orgone box,
but no bacon
in the midden--
individually a dry maple leaf
in good nick seems
worth about a quarter
but I'll get rid of it
for a dime and put the change
in a Crown Royal bag,
and in the spring
a parcel of mulch
will arrive by courier;
less an operating system
than Rick Wakeman
vs. Dr. Who at Joddrel Bank,
more something slipped into,
all warm & well-rehearsed,
all long exhalations uncoiling
like Gilray speech balloons,
though the unfamilar tread
tenderizes ankles on the icy slopes.